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S-ONGS        ' 

* 


OF 


LOYE  AND  LIBERTY. 


COMPILED  BY 


A  NOKTH,CABOLIN.A-LADY        . 


RALEIGH,  B.  C, 

Branson' &  fa'rrar 

JFAYETTEVILLE     STREET, 

1§64. 


fid  i 


'LIBRA, 


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SONGS  OF 

LOYE  AND  LIBERTY. 


"  We  Conquer  or  IMe.w 

Composed  by  Jas.  Pierpont. 

The  war  drum  is  beating,  prepare  for  the  fight, 
The  stern  bigot  Northman  exults  in  his  might ; 
Gird  on  your  bright  weapons,  your  foemen  are  nigh 
.  And  this  be  our  watchword,   "  We  conquer  or  die." 

The  trumpet  is  sounding  from  mountain  to  shore, 
Your  swords  and  your  lances  must  slumber  no  more, 
Fling  forth  to  the  sunlight  your  banner  on  high, 
Inscribed  with  the  watchword,  "  We  conquer  or  die." 

Minh  on  the  battlefield,  there  to  do  or  dare, 
"W  L]   shoulder  to  shoulder,  all  danger  to  share. 
And  let  your  proud  watchword  ring  up  to  the  sky, 
^Till  the  blue  arch  re-echoes,  "  We  conquer  or  die." 

ifii  r'ress  forward  undaunted  nor  think  of  retreat, 
^"The  enemy's  host  on  the  threshold  to  meet-; 
"•  Strike  firm,  till  the  foeman  before  you  shall  fly, 
.Appalled  by  the  watchword,  "  We  conquer  or  die." 

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4         £.  SONGS,  OF    LOVE  AND    LIBERTY. 

Go  fcrth  in  the  pathway  our  forefathers  trod, 
"We,  too,  fight  for  freedom — our  Captain  is  God, 
Their  blood  in  our  veins,  with  their  hqnors  Ave  vie, 
Theirs,  too,  was  the  watchword,  "  We  eonquer  or  die." 

We  strike  for  the  South — Mountain,  Valley  and  Plain, 
For  the  South  we  will  conquer  again  and  again; 
Her  day  of  salvation  and  triumph  is  nigh,  -~^% 

Ours,  then,  be  the  watchword,  "  We  conquer  or  die." 


From  tho  Greenville,  'Ala.  Observer, 

"War  Song  ©£  ifee  Parfizsm  Hangers. 

DEDICATED    TO    CAPT.     JOHN   Hi    MORGAN. 

By  Benjamin  F.  Porter. 

Ant: —-"'McGregor's  Gathering." 

The  forests  are  green  by  the  homes  of  the  South, 
But  the  hearth-stones  are  red  with  the  Wood  of  her 
youth  :  -  . 

Unfurl  the  black  banner  o^cr  mountain  and  vale, 
Let  the  \>ar-cry  of  vengeance  swell  loud  on  the  gale. 

ciioims. 
Then  gather,  gather,  gather,'  gather,  gather, 
While  there's  leaf  in  the  forest,  and  foam  on  the  river, 
The  cry  of  the  South  shall  be  Vengeance  Forever ! 

A 

Each  drop  of  the  blood  of  our  children. they've  shod,    J 
Our  foes  shall  atone  for,  in  heaps  of  their  dead  ! 
Tho  signal  for  fight  which  our  forefathers  knew,- 
Shall  bo  heard  fri  their  midst  in  our  vengeful  halloo. 
Ciioifus.— T>t£m  gather,  (fee. 


SONGS    OF   LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  5 

Thro'  their  cities  our  horsemen!  with  sword  and  with 

flame, 
Shall  carry  the  dread  of  the  Southerner's  name  ! 
At  the  sound  of  our  bugles  their  strong  men  shall 

quail,.  ' 

And  the  cheeks  of  their  wh  zs  and  their  mothers  turn 

pale. 

Chorus. — Then  gather,  &c, 

They  have  blasted  our  fields — the}''  have  slaughtered 
our  youth,  , 

A&d  dishonored  the  names  of  the  maids  of  the  South  ■ 
But  the  rivers  shall  dry,  and  the  mountains  be  riven, 
Ere  vengeance  be  quenched  or  our  wrong's  be  forgiven. 
Chorus. — Then  gather,  &c. 

Then  rally  from  forest  and  rally  from  ford, 

Give  their  homes  to.  the  flame  i  and  their  sons  to  the 

P      sword  ;  * 
"While  a  child  shall  be  born  in  the  South,  let  its  cry 
Be  "  Death  to  the  Northman,  and  vengeance  for  aye!" 
Chorus. — Then  gather,  &c.' 


.Listen  to  the  Mocking  Bird. 

I'm  dreaming  now  of  llally,  sweet  Ilally,  sweet  Halty, 

I'm  dreammg  now  of  Iially, 
For  the  thought  of  her  is  one  that  never  dies;- 
She  is  sleeping  in  the  valley,  the  valley,  the  valley, 

She  is  sleeping  in  the  valley, 
And  the  mocking  bird  is  singing  where  she  lies, 
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6  SONGS    OF   LOVE    AND    LIBEETT. 

Listen  to  the  mocking  bird, 

Listen  to  the -mocking  bird, 
The  mocking  bird  still  singing  o'er  her  grave. ; 
.  Listen  to  the  mocking  bird, 

Listen  to  the  mocking  bird, 
Still  singing  where  the  weeping  willows  wave. 

.  Ali!  well  I  yet  remember,  remember,  remember, 

Ah  J  well  1  yet  remeti'ber^ 
"When  we  gathered  in  the  "cotton  side  by -side, 
'Twas  in  the'mild  September,  September,  September, 

'Twas  in^the  mild  September, 
And  the  mocking  bird  was  singing  far  and  wide. 

—  %  ,  Listen  to  the  mocking  bird, 

Listen  to  the  mocking  bird, 
The  mocking  bird  still  singing  o'er  her  grave, 

Listen  to  the  mocking  bird, 

Listen  to  the  mocking  bird, 
Still  singing  where  the  weeping  willows  wave. 

"When  the  charms  of  spring  awaken,  awaken',  awaken, 
When  the  charms  of  spring  awaken, 

And  the  mocking. bird  is  singing  On  the  bough, 

I  feel  like  one  forsaken,  forsaken,  forsaken, ' 
I  feel  like  one  forsaken, 

Since  my  Hally  is  no  longer  with  me  now. 

Listen  to  the  mockingbird, 

Listen  to  the  mocking  bird, , 
The  mocking  bird  still  singing  o'er  her  grave, 

Listen  to  tne  mocking  bird, 
■  Listen  to  the  mocking-bird, 
Still  singing  where  the  weeping  willows  wave. 


=BOKGS   0~¥   LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  7 

Fairy  Belle. 

•the  pride  of  the  village,  and  the  fairest  in  the  deli, 
Is  the  queen  of  my  song,  and  her  name  is  Fairy  Belle ; 
The  sound  of  her  light  step  may  be  heard  upon  the  hill, 
Like  the  fall  of  the  snow-drop  oi'the  dripping  of  the,  rill. 

chorus. 

Fairy  Belle,  gentle  Fairy  Belle, 
The  star  of  the  night  and  the  lily  of  the  day, 

Fairy  Belle,  the  queen  of  all  the  dell, 
Long  may  she  revelon  her  bright  sunny  way, 

-She  sings  to  the  meadows,  and  she  carols  to  the  streams, 
i  .She  laughs  in  the  sim-light,   and   smiles,  while  in  Iter 

dreams ; 
lller  hair,  like  the  thistle  down,  is  borne,  upon  the  air, 
.■And  her  heart,  like  the  humming  bird's,  is  free  from 
every  care.  CS'-' ! 

Chorus. — Fairy  Bells,  &c« 
iHer  soft  notes  of  melody  abound  me  sweetly  tall ; 
I  Her  eye  full  of  leve,  is  now  beaming  on  my  soul ; 
iThe"  sound  of  that- gentle  voice,  the  glance  of  that  eye, 
^Surround  me  with  rapture  that  no  other  heart  could 
sigh. 

Chorus. — Fairy  Belle,  &c. 


Nearest  Spot  of  ICartls. 

By  W.  T.  Wrighton. 
The  dearest  spot  of  eSrth  to  n>e 

Is  home,  sweet  home  ! 
The  fairy  land  I  long  to  see    - 

Is  home,  sweet  home." 

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SONGfl    OF    LOVE    ANJ)    LIBERTY. 

4 

There  how  charmed  the  sense  of  hearir 
There  wherfl  love  is  so  endearing! 
All  the  world  is  not  so  cheering 
As  home,  sweet  home ! 

CHORUS. 

The  dearest  spot  of  ea-i'th  to  me 

Is  heme,  sweet  home! 
The  fairy  land  I  long  to  see 

Is_  home,  sweet  home  ! 

I've  taught  my  heart  the  way  to  prize 

Isiy  home,  sweet  home  ! 
I've  learned  to  look  with  lover's  eyes 

On  home,  sweet  home  ! 
There,  where  vows  are  truly  plighted  ! 
There,  where  hearts  are  so  united  !   ■ 
All  the  world  besides  I've  slighted 

For  home,  sweet  home  !     . 
The  dearest  spot  of  earth, -&c. 


'  D©  They  Miss  Meat  Home. 

Do  they  miss  me  at  home,  do  they  miss  me  ? 

•'Twouldbe  an  assurance-most  dear, 
To  know  $h  at  this  moment  some  loved  one 

Were  saying  I  wisk  he  were  here,  - 
To  feel  that  the  group  at  the  fireside  .     • 

Were  thinking  of  me  as"  I  roam, 
Oh,  yes,  'twould  be  joy  beyond  measure 
.  To  know  that  they  miss  me  at  home, 
To  know  that  they  "miss  me  at  home. 


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SONGS -OF" LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  9 

When  twilight  approaches,  the  season 

That  ever  is  sacred  to  song,-     .  -' 
Does 'some  one  repeat  "my  name  over, 

And  sigh  that  1  tarry  so  long? 
And  is  there  a  chord  in  the  ■•music 

That's  miss'd  when,  my  voice  is  away, 
And  a  chord- in  each  heart  that  awakcth 

Regret  at  my  wearisome  stay, 

Regret  at  my  wearisome  stay  t 

Do  they  set  me  a  chair  near  the  table, 
-  When  ev'ning's  home  pleasures  are  nigh, 
When  the  candles  are  lit  in  the  parlor, 
And  the  stars  in  the  calm  azure  sky  ? 
And  when  the  "  good  nights  "  are  repeated, 

And  all  lay  them  down  to  their  sleep, 
(Do  they  think  of  the  absent,  and  waft  me 

A  whispered  "gooil  night',  while  they  weep, 
A  whispered  "good  night"  while  they  weepf 

Do  they  miss  me  at  home — do  they  miss  me 

.    At  morning,  at  noon,  or  at  night, 

And  lingers  one  gloomy  shade  round  them 

That  only  my  presence  can  light? 
Are  joys  less  invitingly  welcome, 

And  pleasures  less  hale  than  before, 
Because  one  is  miss'd  from  the  circle,      ;  < 

Because  I  am  with  them  no  more, 

Because  I  am  with  them  no  more  2 


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10  SO^GS    OF   LOVE   AND-  LIBERT?. 

'TJiere's  Life  &n  tbe   Old  Land  Yef. 

Wortfs  by  James  R.  Randall*. 

BvLlue  Patapsco's  billowy~dash,. 

TFhe  tyrant's  war-shout  cduies 
•Along  with  the  cymbal's  fitful  clash, 

And  the  growl  of  his  sullen  drums ■;. 
We  hear  it— we  heed  it— with  vengeful  thrills, 

And  we  shall  not  forgive  or  forget — 
There's  faith  in  the  streams,  there's  hope  in  the  hills* 

There's  life  in  the  Old  Land  yet ! 

Minions  1  we  sleep,  but  we  are  not  dead"; 

We  are  crushed,  we  are  scourged,  we  are  scarred  i 
"Wg  cr  juch — 'tis  to  welcome  the  triumph  tread 

Of  the  peerless  Beauregard. 
Then  woe  to  your  vile,  polluting-  horde,. 

When  the  Southern  braves  .are  mefc — 
There's  faith  in  the  victor's  stainless  sword, 

There's  life  in  the  Old  Land  yet. 

Bigots  !  ye  quell  not  the  valiant  mind,. 

With  the  -clank  of  an  iron  chain — 
The  spirit  of  Freedom  sings  in  the  wind 

O'er  Merryman,  Thomas  and  Kane  ; 
And  we,  though  we  smite  n<">t,  are  not  thralls — 

We  are  piling  a  gory  debt ; 
While  down  by  McHenry's  dungeon  walls, 

There's  life  in  the  Old  Land  yet !     . 

Our.  women  have  hung  their  harps. away, 

And  they  scowl  on  your  brutal  bands, 
Whije  the  nimble  poignard  dares  the  day 

In  their  dear,  defiant  hands  ;    * 


SUNU»     KJJi — L.U  Vi!i   'Hill LI     JUliJHWT^H^ 

They  Will  strip  tlieir  tresses  to  string  our  bows, 

Ere  the  .Northern  sun  is  set— 
There's  faith  in  their  unrelenting  woe& — 

There's  life  in  the.  Old  Land  yet ! 

There's  life,  though  it  throbbeth  in  silent  veins — 

*Tis- vocal  without  noise — 
It  gushes  o'er  Manassa's  solemn  plains 

From  the  blood  of  the  Maryland  boys. 
That  blood  shall  cry  aloud,  and  rise  % 

"With  an  everlasting  threat — 
By  the  death  of  the  brave,  by  the  God  in  the  skies, 

There's  life  in  the  Old  Land  yet ! 


Hoaany  Sesaet. 

0  the  summer  is  brightly  glowing, 
The  wild  birds  wake  their  song, 
And  the  streamlet,  as  it  softly  murmurs, 
So  gently  glides  along, 

CHORUS. 

Whore  the  sweet  hedge-rose  is  blowing 
In  the  woodlands  green ; 

There  I  love  to  wander  with  my  heart's  true  cmeen 
•My  bq  ny,  bonny  J^uL,'  '  ' 

Yet,  'tis  not  the  rosy  tint  of  summer, 

Nor  the  song-bird's  joyous  lay, 

Nor  the  streamlet's  soft  and  "murmuring  music, 

That  makesmy  heart  feci  gay  ; 

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22  SONGS    OF   LOVE-  AND    LIBERTY. 

-  CHORUS. 

*Tis  her  smile  that  beams  upon  me,  'mid  each  flow'ry 

scene  ;■ 
"Whiltf.I  love  to  wander  with  my  heart's  true  oj*ieen„ 
My  bonny,  bonny  Jean. 

"  Bonny  Jean,"  your  smiles  are  always  with  me, 
"When  absent,  lo^e,  from  thee, 
M»king  joy_and  sunshine  round  my  path-way, 
"Wherever  I  may  be, 


May  they  ever  beam  upon  me,  in  this  mortal  scene  ; 
"While  I  fondly  wander  with  my  heart's  true  queen,, 
'My  bonny,  bonny  Jean.  . 


-  ,"'  .Dixie  War  §oiag» 

Words  by  H.  S.  'Stanton,  Esq. 

Hear  ye  not  the  sounds  of  battle, 
Sabres  clash  and  muskets  rattle? 

»    To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  [ 
Hostile  footsteps  on  our  border, 
Hostile  columns  tread  in  order, 

To  arms  !  to  arms !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 

CHORUS. 

Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 

From  Dixie's  land  we'll  route  the  band,. 
That  comes  to  conquer  Dixie, 

To  arms  ! 
To  arms'  !  and  route  the  foe  from  Dixie. 


SONGS    OF   LOVE    AND    LIBERIA.  13 

See  the  red  smoke  hanging  o'er  us  ! 
Hear  the  cannon's  booming  chorus  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
See  our  steady  columns  forming, 
Hear  the  shouting  !  hear  the  storming  ! 

To  arms' !  to  arms !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Chorus. — Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie !  &c. 

Gird  your  Joins  with  sword  and  sabre,.  * 

G^ve  your  lives  to  freedom's  labor  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms !  to  arms  in  Dixie! 
What  though  every  hearth  be  saddened  ? 
"What  though  all  the  land  be  reddened  ? 
To  arms !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  !' 
Chorus. — Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  !  &c. 

Shall  this  boasting,  mad  invader 
Trample  Dixie'and  degrade  her  ? 

To  arms  I  to  arms !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
By  our  fathers'  proud  example  !. ' 
Southern  soil  they  shall  not  trample  ! 

To. arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  !- 
Chorus.— Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  !  &c. 

Southrons  meet  them  on  the  border ! 
Charge  them  into  wild  disorder ! 

'   To  arms  !  to  arms !  to  arms  in  Dixie  1 
Hew  the  Vandals  down  before  you  ! 
Till  the  last  inch  they  restore  you  ! 
To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Chorus. — Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  !  <fcc. 

Through  the  echoing  hills  resounding, 
Hear  the  Southern  bugles  sounding, 

To  arms !  to  arms !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Arouse  from  every  hill  and  vallej^, 
"List  .the  bugle  ! ' rally  !  rally  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Chorus. — Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  !  &c. 


Tfte  Cottage  by  the  Sea. 

Childhood's  days  now  pass  before'me, 
i    Forms  and  scenes  of  long  ago, 
Like  a  dream  they  hover  o'e?  me, 

Calm  and  bright  as  evening's  glow  J 
Days  that  knew  no  shade  of  sorrow,- 

When  my  young  heart,  pure  and  free, 
Joyful  hail'd  each  coming  morrow, 

In  the  cottage  by  the  sea,    , 
Joyful  hail'd  each  coming  morrow, 

In  the  cottage,  the  cottage  by  the  sea;  ■ 

Fancy  sees  the  rose-tree  twining 

Hound  the  old  and  rustic  door, 
And  below  the  white  beaeh  shining, 

Where  I  gathered  shells  of  yore, 
Hears  my  mother's  gentle  warning,    . 

As  she  took  me  on  her  knee; 
And  I  feel  again  life's  morning, 

In  the  cottage  by  the  sea, 
And  I  feel  again  life's  morning, 

In  the  cottage,  the  cottage  by  the  sea, 

What  though  years  hslve  rolled  above  me, 

Though  mid  fairer  scenes  1  roam, 
Yet  I  ne'er  shall  cease  to  love  thee, 

Childhood's  dear  and  happy  home!  s 
And  when  life's  long  day  is  closing, 

Oh,  how  pleasant  would  it  be, 
On  some  faithful  breast  reposing", 

In  the  cottage  by  the  sea, 
On  some  faithful  breast  reposing, 

In  the  cottage,  the  cottage  by  the 


#ONGS'  OF  LOVE  AND  LIBERTY.      15 

■  Tfie  Officer's  Funeral. 

Hark!  to  the  shrill  truniphet  calling",  , 

It  pierceth  the  soft  summer  air  ! 
Tears  from  each  comrade  are  falling-, 

For  the  widow  and  orphan  are  there  !      ♦ 
The  bayonets  earthward  are  turning, 

And  the  drum's  muffled  breath  rolls  around, 
But  he  hears  not  the  voice  of  their  mourning, 

Nor  awakes  to  the  bugle's  sound ; 
But  he  henrs  not  the  voice  of  their  mourning, 

Nor  awakes  to  the  bugle's  sound. 

•  Sleep,  soldier !  tho'  many  regret  thee, 

Who  stand' by  thy  cold  bier  to-day, 
Soon,  soon  shall  the  kindest  forget  thee,      . 

And  thy  name  from  the  earth  pass  away. 
The  man  thou  didst  love  as  a  brother, 

A  friend  in  thy  place  will  have  gained, 
Thy  dog  shall  keep  watch  for  another, 
-    And  thy  steed  by  a  stranger  be  rein'd, 
Thy  dog  shall  keep  watch  for  another, 

And  thy  steed  by  a  stranger  be  rein'd,, 

* 
But  tho'  hearts  that  now  mourn  for  thee  sadly, 

Soon  joyous  as  ever  shall  be, 
fho'  thy  bright  orphan  boy  may  laugh  gladly. 

As  he  sits  on  some  comrade's  kind  knee, 
There  is  one  who  shall  still  pay  the  duty 

Of  tears  for  the  true  and  the  brave, 
As  when  first  in  the  blQGm  of  her  beauty, 

She  wept  o'er  the  soldier's  grave, 
As  when  first  in  the  bloom  of  her  beauty 

fjhe  wept  o'er  the  soldier's  grave. 


16  SONGHSJfc    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY. 

Ever  of.  Tlice. 

Words  by    G.  Lirdcu  -       *      ; 

.  UiT.cr  of  thee  I'm  fondly  tk  earning,  *  ' 

Thy  gentle  voice  my  spirit  it  can  cheer  ; 
*hou  wert  the  star  that  mildly  beaming, 
'.Shone  u'er  my  path  when  all  was  daik  and  drear. 
Still  in  my  heart  thy  form  I  cherish, 

Every  kind  thought  like  a  bird  flies  to  thee ; 
Oh  !  never  till  life  and  mem'ry  perish, 


Can  I  forget  how  dear  thou  art-to,  me  > 
Morn,  noon  and  night,  where'er  I  may  be, 
Fondly  I'm  dreaming  ever  of  thee  !. 
Fondly  I'm  dreaming  ever  of  thee  1 

Ever  of  thee,  when  sad  and  lonely, 

Wandering  afar  my  soul  joy'd  to  dwell  ; 

Ah !  then  I  felt  I  loved  thee  only ; 

All  seem'd  to  fade  before  affection's  spell. 

Years  have  not  chill' d  the  love  I  cherish ; 

True  as.fche  stars  hath  my  heart  been  to  thee ; 

Ah  !  never  till  life  and  mem'ry  perish. 


I  Sec  Ilea-  Still  in  My  Dreams. 

While  the  flow'rs  bloom- in  gladness  and  spring  birds 

rejoice, 
There's  a  void  in  our'houschold  of  one  gentle  voice. , 
The  form  of  a  loved  one  hath  passed  from  the  light, 
But  the  sound  of  her  foot-fail  returns  with  the  night. 


SONGS    Of    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  17 


•    CHORUS.'     ' 

Vor  I  see  her-  still  in  my  dreams,  I  see  her  still  in  my 
\         dreams,  .. 
Though  her '  gmJles  have  departed  from  the  meadows 

and  the  streams, . 
I  see  her  still  in  my  dreams,  i  see  lieu  still  in  my 

dreams, 
Though  her  smiles. have  departed  from  the  meadows 

and  the  streams. 

Tho'  her  voice  once  familiar,  hath  gone  from  the  day, 
And  her  smiles  from  the  sunlight  have  faded  away, 
Though  I  wake  to  a  scene  now  deserted  and  "bleak, 
In  my  visions  I  find  the  lost  form  that  I  seek, 

Chorus.— For  I  see  her  stijpl  in  my  dreams,  &o. 


The  Bonnie;  Blue  Flag. 

Words  and  Music  by  Harry  Macarthy. 

,.We  are  a  band  ol  brothers,  and' native  to  the  soil,   ^ 
Fighting  for  the  property  we  gained  by  honest  toil, ' 
And  when  our  rights  were  threatened,  the  cry  rose 

near  and  far, 
Hurrah  for  the  Bonnie  Blue  Flag  that  bears  a  single 

star, 

cuoitus. 
Hurrah !  Hurrah  !  for  Southern  Rights  !  Hurrah  ! 
Hurrah  for  the  Bonnie  Blue  Flag  that  bears  a  single 
star !  a 


18'  SONGS    OF   LOVE    AND    LIBERTY. 

* 
As  long  as  the  Union  was  faithful  to  her  trust, 
Like  friends  and  like,  brothers  we  were  kind,  we  were   * 

just;  .        . 

But  now,  when  Northern  treachery  attempts  our  rights    ' 

to  mar,  .  * 

We  hoist  on  high  the  Bonnie  Blue  Flag  that  bears  a  sin- 
gle star  ! 

Chorus. — Hurrah  !  &c. 


First,  gallant  South  Carolina  nobly  made  the  stand ; 
Then  came  Alabama,  who  took  her  by  the  hand ; 
Next,  quickly  Mississippi,  Georgia  and  Florida, 
All  raised  on  high  the  Bonnie  Blue  Flag  that  bears  a 
single  star ! 

Chorus. — Hurrah!  &c. 


Ye  men  of  Valor,  gather  'round  the  banner  of  the 

Right ! 
Texas  and  fair  Louisiana  join  us  in  the  fight; 
Davis,  our  loved  President,  and  Stephens,  statesmen 

rare, 
Now  rally  'round  the  Bonnie  Blue  Flag  'that  bears  a 

single  star ! 

Chorus.— Hurrah!  &o. 


And  here's  to  brave   Virginia!    the  Old  Dominion 

State; 
"With  the  young  Confederacy  at  length  has  linked  l^er 

fate, 
Impelled  by  her  example,  now  other  States  prepare 
To  hoist  on  high  the  Bonnie  Bins  Flag  that  bears  a 
'  single  star !  v 

■  .       .*» 

Chorus, — Hurrah!  &.<?. 


50NGS    OSWLOVE    A^IJ  JjlBXitxrx.  ±9 

•Then,  here's  to  our  Confederacy!  strong  we  are  and 
brave,  >  *  .    . 

Like  patriots  of  old,  we'll  fight  our  heritage  to  save  ; 

And  rather  than  submit  to  shame,  to  die  we  would  pre- 
fer ; 

So  cheer  for  the  Bonnie  Blue  Flag  that  bears  a  single 
star ! 

Cuoaus — Hurrah!  &c, 

Then  cheer,  boys',  cheer ;  raise  the  joyous  shout ; 
Arkansas  and  North  Carolina  now  have  both  gone  out, 
And  let  another  rousing  cheer  for  Tennessee*be  given— 
The  siDgle  star  on  the  Bonnie  Blue  Flag  has  grown  to 
be  eleven. 

CnoRUS. — Hurrah!  &c. 

And  now  to  Missouri  we  extend  both  heart  and  hand 
And  welcome  her  a  sister  of  our  Confederate  band ; 
Tho'  surrounded  by  oppression  no  tyrant  dare  deter 
Her  adding  to-  our  Bonnie  Blue  Flag  her  bright  and 
twelfth  star. 


Chorus.— Hurrah !    Hurrah!   for    Southern   Rights! 

Hurrah  ! 
Hurrah!  for   the  Bonnie  Blue  Flag  has  gained  "its 

twelfth  star. 


20         .    SONGS    OP   LOVE^ AND    LIBERT Y.- 

Tfoe  Confederate  #Iag. 

Written  by.  Mrs.  V.  L..  Elder,  of  Ncio  Orleans] 

[The  Music  of  this  glorious  anthem  is  by  Sig.   G.  George,  of 
Norfolk,  Virginia.] 

Bright  banner  of  Freedom,  with  pride  I  unfold  thee! 
lair  flag  of  my  country,  with  love  I  behold  thee, 
Gleaming  above  us  in  freshness  and  youth— 
Emblem  of  Liberty— symbol  of  Truth. 

CHORUS. 

For  this  flag  of  my  countryJn«triumph.  shall  wave 
O'er  the   Southerner's   home   and  the    Southerner's 
grave.    '  ' 

All  bright  are  the  stars  that  are  beaming  upon  us, 
And  bold  are  the  bars  that  are  gleaming  above  us — 
The  one  shall  increase  in  their  number  and  light, 
The  other  grow  bolder  in  power  and  might. 

Chorus.— For  this  flag  of  my  country  in  triumph  shall 
Wave,  <fec. 

Those  bars  of  bright  red  show  our  firm  resolution 
To  die,  if  need  be,  shielding  thee  from  pollution  ; 
For  man,  in  this  hour,  must  give  all  he  holds  dear, 
And  woman  her  prayers  and  her  words  of  high  cheer. 

^Chorus. — If  they  wish  their  fair  banner  in  triumph  to 
wave,  &c. 

To, the  great  God  of  battles  we  look  for  reliance  — 
On  our  fierce  Northern  foe  with  contempt  and  d<fi- 


SONGS    OF   LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  21 

For  the  South-  shall  smile  on  in  her  fragrance  and 

bloom 
When  the  North  is  fast  sinking  in  silence  and  gloom. 
Chorus. — For  .the  flag  of  our  country  in  triumph  nmst 

wave,  &c.  '  : 


^  Tlse  Volunteer. ' 

Words  and  Music  by  Harry  Macarthy, 

I  leave  my  home  and  thee  dear, 

With  sorrow  .at  my  heart, 
It  is. my  country's  call,  dear,. 
"  To  aid  her  I  depart ; 
And  on  the  blood-red  battle  plain, 

We'll  conquer  or  we'll  die; 
'Tis  for  our  honor  and  our  name, 

We  raise  the  battle  cry, 

■  -  chorus.        * 

Then  weep  not,  dearest,  weep  not, 

If  in  her  cause  I  fall, 
0  weep  not,  dearest,  weep  not, 

It  is  my  country's  .call.  ^    : 

And  yet  my  heart  is  sore,  love, 

To  see  thee  weeping  thus  ; 
But  mark  me,  thece's  no  fear,  love,    - 

For  in  heaven  is  our  trust ; 
And  if  the  heavy  drooping  tear 

Swells  in  my  mourful  eye, 
It  is  that  Northmen  of  our  land 

Should  cause  the  battle-cry. 
Chorus.— Then  weep  not,  dearest,  S- 


SONGS  6V   LOVE  JWD  LIBFRTY. 

Our  rights  have  been  usurped,  dear, 

By  Northmen  of  our  land, 
Fanatics  raise  d  -the  cry,  dear, 

Politicians  fired  the  brand. 
The  Southrons  spurn  the  galling  yoke, 

The  tyrant's  threats  defy, 
They  find  we've  sonsviike  sturdy  oak 

To  raise  the  batttle-cry. 

* 

Chorus.— Then  weep  not,  clearest,  &c. 

I  knew  you'd  let  me  go,  pet/ 

I  saw  it  in  that  tear, 
To  join  the  gallant  men,  pet, 

"Who  never  yet  knew  fear. 
TV  ith  Beauregard  and  Davis, 

We'll  gain  our  cause  or  die, 
Win  battles  like  Manassas, 

And  raise  our  battle-cry. 

Chorus. — Then  weep  not,  dearest,  & 


JLet  see  Hi§§  Him  for-  His  Mo&k 

Words  and  Music  by  J.  P.  Ordway. 

Let  me  kiss  him  for  his  mother, 

Let  me  kiss  his  dear  youthful  brow; 

I  will  love  him  for  his  Mother, 

And  seek  her  blessing  now.  ■ 

Kind  friends  have  soothed  his  pillow, 
Have  watched  his  every  care, 

Beneath  the  weeping  willow, 
-     Oh  lay  him  gently  there. 


SONGS    OF   LOVE    AND   LIBERTY. 


Sleep,  dearest,  sleep, 

I  love  you  as  a  brother; 
Kind  friends  around  you  weep, 
;-.  I've  kissed  you  for  your  Mother. 

■    * 
Let  nie  kiss  him  for  his  Mothers 

What  though  left  a  lone*  stranger  here, 
She  has  loved  him  as  none. other, 

I  feel  her  blessing  near. 
Though  cold  that  form  lies  sleeping^ 

Sweet  angels  watch  around, 
Dear  friends  are  near  thee  w«feeping^ 
0t|ay  him  gently  gently  down. 

Chorus.— «Sleep,  dearest,  sleep,  <fec. 

Let  me  kiss  hiaa  to?-  Ms  Mother, 

Or  perchance  a  fond  sister  dear ; 
If  a  father  or  a  brother, 

I  know  their  blessing's  here. 
Then  kiss  him  for  his  Mother, 

'  Twill  sooth  her  after  years, 
Farewell,  dear  stranger,  brother A 

Our  requiems,  our*  tears. 
Chorus,' — Sleep,  dearest,  sleep,  <fcc, 


SONGS  OF  LOVE  AND  LIBERTY. 

Asiaiie  ILaurie. 

JNlaxwelton  Braes  are  bonnie, 
Where,  early  fa's  the  dew, 

And  it's  there  that  Annie  Laurie 
Gie'dme  her  promise  true, 

Gie'd  me  her  promise  true,  ,<| 

Which  ne'er  'forgot  will  be  ; 

And  for  Ronnie  Annie  Laurie 

•    I'd  lay  me  clown  and  dee. 

Her  brow  is  like  the  snow  drift — 

Her  throat  is  like  the  swan, 
Her  face  it  is  the  fairest, 

That  e'-er  the  sun  shone  on —        J* 
That  e'er  the  sun  shone  on — 

And  dark  blue- is  her  e'e;»*  '   - 
And  for  bSnnie  Annie  Laurie 

I'd  lay  me  down  and  dee. 


OJ 


Like  the  dew  on  the  go  wan  lying. 

Is  the  fa'  o'  her  fairy  feet, 
And  like  the  winds  in  summer  sighin« 

Her  voice  is  low -and  sweet, 
Her  voice  is  low  and  sweet, 

And  she's  a'. the  world  to  me, 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie, 

I'd  lay  me  down  and  dee. 


SONGS    OF    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY. 

JL©  resist 

The  years  creep  slowly  by,  Lorena, 

The  snow  is  on  the  grass  again, 

The- sun's  low  down  the  sky,  Lorena; 

The  frost  gleams  where  the  flowers'  have  been, 

But  the  heart  throbs  on  as  warmly  now; 

As  when  the  summer  days  were  nigh, 

Oh  !  the  sun  can  never  dip  so  low  . 

Adown  affection's  cloudless  sky. 

A  hundred  months  have  passed,  Lorena, 
Since  last  I  held  that  hand  in  mine, 
And  felt  thy  pulse  beat  fast,  Lorena, 
Though  mine  beat  faster  far  than 'thine  j 
A  hundred  months,  'twas  flow'ry'May, 
When  up  the  hilly  slope  we  climbed, 
To  watch  the  dying  of  the' day, 
And  hear  the  distant  church^bells  chime. 

We  loved  each  other  then,  Lorena,- 
More  than  we  ever  cared  to,  tell ; 
And  what  we  might  have  been,  Lorena, 
Had  but  our  lovings  prospered  well ; 
But  then,  'tis  past,  the  fears  are  gone, 
I'll  not  call  up  their  shadowy  forms, 
I'll  say  to  them,  "lost  years  sleep  on. 
Sleep  on,  nor  heed  life's  pelting  storm." 

The  story  of  the  past,  Lorena, 
Alas  !  .1  care  not  to  repeat, 
The  hopes  that  could  not  last,  Lorena, 
They  lived,  but  only  lived  to  cheat ;  • 


~¥§  SONGS    OF   LOVE    AND    LIBERTY. 

I  would  not  cause  even  one  regret 
To  rankle  in  your  bosom  now  ; 
For  "if  we  try  we  may  forget," 
Were  words  of  thine  long  years  ago. 

"3£es  these  were  words  of  thine,  Lorena, 
They  burn  within  my  memory  yet ; 
They  touched  some  tender  chords,  Lorena, 
That  tnrill  and  tremble  with  regret  ; 
'Twas  not  thy  woman's  heart  that  spoke, 
Thy  heart  was  always  true  to  nie, 
A  duty  stern  and  pressing  broke 
The  tie  which  linked  my  soul  to  thee. 

It  matters  little  now,  Lorena, 
The  past  is  in  the  eternal  past, 
Our  heads  will  soon  lie  low,  Lorena, 
Life's  tide  is  ebbing  out  so  fast. 
There  is  a  future  oh  !  thank  G-od4 
Of  life  this  is  so  small  a  part  I 
'Tis  dust  to  dust,  beneath  the  sod, 
But  there,  tip  there,  'tis  heart  to  heart. 


Paul  Vane,,  or  I^orcaia's  Reply, 

The  years  are  creeping  slowly  by,  dear  Paul, 

The  winters  come  and  go  ; 

The  winds  sweep  past  with  mournful  cry,  dear  Paul, 

And  pelt  my  face  with  snow  ; 

But  there's  no  snow  upon  the  heart,  dear  Paul, 

'Tis  summer  always  there  ; 

Those  early  loves  throw  sunshine  over  all, 

And  sweeten  mem'ries  dear. 


SONGS.  OF  LOVE  AND  LIBERTT.       27 

I  thought  it  easy  to  forget,  dear  Paul, 
Life  glowed  with  youthful  hope  ;  • 

.The  glorious  future  gleamed  yet,  dear  Paul, 
And  bade  us  clamber  up  ; 
Tliey  frowning  said,  "  it  must  not,  can  not  be ; 
Break  now  the  hopeless  bonds  IV 
And  Paul,  you  know  how  well  that  bitter  day, 
I  bent  to  their  commands. 

I've  kept  you  ever  in  my  heart,  dear  Paul, 

Through  years  of  good  and  ill ; 

Our  souls  could  not  be  torn  apart,  dear  Paul, 

They're  bound  together  still. 

I  never  knew  how  dear  you  were  to  me 

Till  I  was  left  alone  ; 

I  thought  my  poor,  poor  heart  would  break  the  day 

They  told  me  you  were  gone.        •  . 

Perhaps  we'll  never,  never  meet,  dear  Paul, 

Upon  this  earth  again ;  _ 

But  there,  where  happy  angels  greet,  dear  Paul, 

You'll  meet  Lorena  there. 

Togther  up  the-  ever  shining  way, 

We'll  press  with  hoping  heart — 

Together  through  the  bright  eternal  day,   . 

And  never  more  to  part. 


28      SONGS  OF  LOVE  AND  LIBERTY. 

Ijady  ol  the  faalte. 

I  loved  thee  in  my  days  of  joy, 

When  thou  wast  but. a  slender  boy;. 

I  loved  thee  when  our  hearts  were  light, 

And  youth's  gay  charms  were  fond  and  bright; 

Sweet  mem'ry#o'er  me  casts  a  spell! 

On  those  loved  hours,  oh  let  me  dwell ! 

"When  at  the  sound  of  thy  dear  voice, 

My  cheek  would  flush,  my  ..heart  rejoice. 

Thine  eye's  sweet  flash  I'll  ne'er  forget, 
Nor  those  sweet  smiles  when  e'er  we  met; 
If  I  were  sad  thy  smiles  would  cheer —  i. 
Thou  always  smiled  w"hen  I  was  near. 
But  years  have  flown  since  then,  and  now,     . 
The  stamp  of  manhood's  on  thy  brow; 
Oh !  surely  we  have  sadly  changed — 
Fore'er  our  hearts  are  now  estranged. 

And  now  when  clouds  of  sorrow  roll, 
And  bitter  griefs  oppress  my  soul ;    - 
T"hy  hand  no  longer  dries  the  tear, 
Nor  wipes  away  the  flood  of  care. 
And  thou  may'st  wed  a  fairer  flower, 
And  bless  the  happy  nuptial  bower, 
But  will  your  thoughts  not  sometimes  stray 
To  me  perhaps,  when  far  away  ? 

And  I  may  be  another's  bride, 
And  the  deep  sea  nlay  us  divide, 
Still,  still,  I  can  not  thee  forget — 
Tlove  thee  oh  !  I  love  thee  yet ! 


SONGS    OF   LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  29 

But  fare  thee  well  I  I'd  rather  make 
My  bower  upon  some  icy  lake, 
Where  thawing  suns  refuse  to  shine, 
Than  trust  a  love  so  false  as  thine! 


My  Wife  aftd  Cbild. 

The  tattoo  beats,  the  lights  are  gone, 
The  camp  around  in  slumber  lies  ; 
The  night  with  solemn  pace  moves  on, 
And  sad  uneasy  thoughts  arise. 
I  think  of  thee  oh,  dearest  one  I ...'--,      ' 
Whose  love  my  early  life  hath  blest ; 
Of  thee  and  him  our  baby  son, 
Who  slumbers  on  thy  gentle  breast, 

God  of  the  tender,  hover  near 
To  her  whose  watchful  eye  is  wet  ; 
The  mother,  wife — the  doubly   dear, 
And  cheer  her  drooping  spirits  yet. 
Now  while  she  kneels  before  thy  Throne, 
Oh,  teach  her,  Ruler  of  the  skies ! 
No  tear  is  [wept  to  thee  unknown, 
.  No  hair  is  lost,  no  sparrow  dies ; 

That  thou  canst  stay  the  ruthless  hand 
Of  dark  disease,  and  soothe  its  pain; 
That  only  by  thy  stern  command 
The  battle's  lost,  the  soldier  slain; 
By  day,  by  night — in  joy  or  woe*— 
By  fears  oppressed  or  hopes  beguiled, 
From  ever  clanger,  every  foe, 
Oh,  God  !  protect  my  wife  and  child ! 


30  SONGS   OF  LOVE   AND   LIBERTY.     . 

All   Quiet   along   the   Potomac    To- 
niglit. 

All  quiet  along*  the  Potomac  to  night, 
Except  here  and  there  a  stray  picket 
Is  shot,  as  he  walks  on  his  beat  to  and  fro, 
By  a  riflemen  hid  in  the  thicket. 

'Tis  nothing,  a  private  or  two  now  and  then 
Will  not  count  in  the  news  of  the  battle  : 
Not  an  officer  lost,  only  one  of  the  men 
Moaning  out  all  alone  the  death  rattle. 

"  All.  quiet  along  the  Potomac  to-night,"  . 
While  the  soldiers  lie  peacefully  dreaming 
And  their  tents  in  the  rays  of  the  clear  autum 

moon, 
And  the  light  of  the  camp  fires  are  gleaming. 

A  tremulous  sigh  as  the  gentle  night  wind 
Thro'  the  forest  leaves  slowly  is  creeping, 
While  the  stars  up   above  with  their   glittering 

eyes,  •      '.-  • 

Keep  guard  o'er  the  army  while  sleeping. 

There's  only  the  sound  of  the  lone  sentry's  tread, 
As  he  tramps  from  the  rock  to  the  fountain, 
And  thinks  of  the  two  on  the  low  trundle  bed, 
Far  away  in  the  cot  on  the  mountain. 

His  musket  falls  slack,  his  face  dark  and  grim, 
Grows  gentle  with  memories  tender, 
A3  he  mutters  a  prayer  for  ihe  children  asleep  ; 
And  their  mother — "may  Heaven  defend  her." 


Then  drawing  his  sleeves  roughly  over  his  eyes 
He  dashes  off  the  tears  that  are  welling, 
And  gathers  his  gun  close  up  to  his  breast,     « 
As  if  to  keep  down  the  he  art- swelling. 

He  passes  the  fountain,  the  blasted  pin6  tree, 

And  his  footstep  is  lagging  and  weary, 

"Yet  onward  he  goes,  through  the  broad  belt  of 

•       light,  % 

Towards  the'  shades  of  the  forest  so  dreary. 

Hark!  was   it  the  night  Wind  that  rustled    the 

leaves  ? 
Was  it  the  moonlight,  so  wondrously  Sashing  ? 
It  looked  like  a  rifle  !  "Ha  !  Mary,  good  bye  J*' 
And  the  life-blood  is  ebbing  and  splashing. 

"  All  quiet  along  the  Potomac  to-night,  " 

No  sound  save  the  ruslTof  the  river  ; 

While  soft  falls  the  dew  on  the  face  of  the  dead, 

The  picket's  off  duty  forever. 

The  moon  seems  to  shine  as  brightly  as  then — 
That  night,  when  the  Love  yet  unspoken," 
Leaped  up  to  his  lips  and  when  low  murmured 

vows 
Were  pledged  to  be  ever  unbroken. 


32      SONGS  OF  LOVE  AND  LIBERTY. 

When  Other  Friends  are  Round  Thee, 

When  other  friends  are  round  thee, 

And  other  hearts  are  thine ; 
When  other  bays  have  crowned  thee, 

More  fresh  and  green  than  mine  :  * 
Then  think  how  sad  and  lonely 
■  This  bleeding  heart  will  be  ;  ' 

Which  while  it  throbs,  throbs  only, 
-    Beloved  one,  for  thee.- 

.    !Nay,  do  not  (hink  I  doubt  thee  ; 
J  know  thy  truth  remains ; 
'  J  would  not  live  without  thee, 

For  all  the  world  contains. 
Thou  art  the  star  that  guides  me 

Across  life's  troubled  sea; 
Whatever  fate '  betide  me„  , 
This  heart  will  cling  to  thee. 


I'll    Hang   My  Harp  on.  the  Willow 

Tree.  , 

I'll  hang  my  harp  on  the  willow  tree, 

And  I'll  off  to  the  wars  again, 
My  peaceful  home  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 

The  battle-field  no  pain. 

The  lady  I  love  will  soon'be  a  bride, 

tt  ith  a  diadem  on  her  brow. 
Oh  !  why  did  she  Hatter  my  boyish  pride  ; 

She's  going  to  leave  me  now. 


530NGS    OF    LOVE    AND    L1BERTJ.         W     $3H 

She  took  me  away  from  my  warlike  Lord, 

And  gave  me  a  silken  suit; 
I  thought  no  more  of  my  master's  sword 

When  I  played  on  my  master's  lute, 

She  seemed  to  think  me  a  boy  above  • 

Her  pages  of  low  degree  ; 
Oh  !  had  I  but  loved  with  a  boyish  love, 

It  would  have  been  better  for  me. 

Then  111  hide  in  my  breast  every ■  selfish  care  ; 

And  I'll  flush  ■my  pale  cheek  with  wine  : 
When  smiles  await  the  bridal  pair, 

I'lMiasten  to  give  them  mine. 

Fll  laugh  and  I'll  sing  though  my  heai'tmay  breed, 

And  I'll  join  in  the  festive  i  rain ; 
And  if  I  survivc.it  I'll  mount  my  steed, 

And  I'll  qff  to  the  wars  again. 


Irish  Emigrant's  .Luminal. 

I'm  sitting  on  tnc  stile,  Mary, 

Where  we  sat  side  by  side, 
On  a  bright  May  morning,  long  ago, 

When  first  you  were  my  bride ; 
The  corn  was.  springing  fresh  and  green. 

And  the  lark  sang  loud  and  high, 
And  the  red  was  on  your  lips,  Mary, 

And  the  love-light  in  your  eye. 


The  place  is  little  changed,  Mary, 

And  the  day  as  bright  as  then  ; 
And  the  lark's  lond  song  is  in  my  ear, 

And  the-corn'is  green  again/ 
33ut  I  miss  the  soft  clasp  of  your  hand, 

And-yofir  breath  warm  oji  my  check  ; 
And  I  still  keep  listening  for  the  "words 

You  never  more  may  speak. 

Tis  but  a  step  down  yonder  lane, 

And  the  little  church  stands  near, 
The  church  where  we  were  wed,  Mary, 

I  see  the  spire  from  here. 
But  the  graveyard  lies  between/ Mary, 

And  my  step  might  break  your  rest, 
For  I've  laid  you,  darling,  dgwn  to  sleep, 

With  your  baby  on  yotir  breast. 

I'm  bidding  you  a  long  farewell, 

My  Mary,  kind  and  true, 
But  I'll  not  forget  you  darling,  in 

The  land  I'm  going  to.   - 
They  say  there's  bread  and  work  lor  all, 

And  the  sun  "shines  always  there  ; 
But  I'll  not  fbfcsjet  old  Ireland, 

Were  it  fifty- times  as  fair. 

But  often  in  those  grand  old  woods, 

I'll  sit  and  shut  my  eyes,      .     . 
And  my  heart  will  travel  back  again 

To  the  place  where  Mary  lies. 
And  I'll  think:  I  see  the  little  stile,  r 

Where  we  sat. side  by  side, 
On  the  bright  May  morning  long  ago, 

When  first  you  wore  my  bride, 


';       BONGS    OF    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  35 

Yellow  Rose  of  Texas. 

There's  a  Yellow  Rose  in  T<  xas  that  I  am  goingifco  see, 
To  other  darkey  knows  her,  no  darkey* only  iae  ; 
Hie  cried  so  when  I  left  her  it  like  to  broke  me  heart, 
Aid  if  I  ever  iind  her,  we  never  more  will  part. 


S'c's  the  sweetest,  rose  of  color  this  darkey,  ever 
knew ; 

Ilr  eyes  are  bright  as  diamons,  tlj,ey  sparkle  like  the 
dew, 

Yd  may  talk  ahotlt  your.  Dearest  Mac,  and  sing  of 
Rosey  Lee, 

El  the  Yellow  Rose  of  Texas  heats  the  belles  of  Ten- 
nessee. 


W  ere  the  Rio  Grand  is  flowing,  and  the  starry  skies 

arc  bright, 
Sh  walks  along  the  river  in  the  o.uiet  summer  night; 
Sh  thinks,  if  1  remember,  wficn  we  parted  long  ago, 
1  poinised  to  come  back  again,  and  not  leave  her  so. 


Oh  now  I  am  gome:  to  iind  her,  for  my  heart  is  full 
ot  woe ; 

An.  we'll  sing  the  song  together  that  we  sung  so  long 

'  ,      ago-;        . 

Wei  play  the  banjo  gaily,  and  we'll  sing  the  songs  of 
yore, 

Am  the  Yellow  Rose  of  Texas  shall  be  mine  forever- 
more, 


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ob.  SONGS    UF    LuVE    AJCD    LIUEKIi, 


Cora  ILee. 

Years  have  lied  since  last  I  saw  thee, 
Standing  in  thy  cottage  door, 

Ringlets  bright  as  golden  sunbeams, 
Floating  o'er  thy  pale  young  brow, 

But  thy  smile  is  ever  with  me, 
Though  I'll  see  thee  never  more, 

And  thy  form,  ah  !  fancy's  fair  dreams, 

s  .Ne'er  can  bring  one  like  thou. 


CHORUS, 

Pale. the  moonbeams  fall  at.  even, 
On  the  green  turf  over  thee, 

But  thy  gentle  soul's  in  heaven, 
Farewell,  lost  one,  Cora  Lee, 


Cheeks  as  red  as  summer  roses, 

Eyes  as -blue  as  summer  sky, 
|$ow  the  willow  sways  its  tresses, 

O'er  thy  grave,  dear  Cora  Lee, 
And  a  heart  whose  avealth  discloses, 

Love  gems  sparkling  in  thine  eye., 
And  at  eve  the  dew  drop  nestles,- 

In  the  wild  flowers  o'er  thee. 

Chorus. — rale  the  moonbcans,  &c. 


Still  thy  voice,  like  music  stealing, 
Lingers  round  where  last  we  met, 

And  I  hear  thee  when  I  am  sleeping, 
Whisper,  "  thou  canst  ne'er  forget, 


BONGS    01    LOVE    ANQ    LIBERTY. 

No  pale  marble  gleams  above  her, 
,  Yet  how  (fete*  that  spot  to  me, 
ISIem'ry  wanders  to  thee  «v(>ri 
•"  Angel  stolen"'  Cora  Lee. 


Old  B©5>   Ridley. 

A  possum  sot  in  a  simmon  tree, 
-A  lookin  cunnin  down  at  me ; 
:    £  took  a  rock,  all  on  the  sly, 

And  I  hit  him  zip  right  in  the  eye ! 

♦  j  Old  Bob  Ridley,  Oh  ! 
'  7;  "j  Old  Bob  Ridley,  Oh! 
JlU    \  Old  Bob  Ridley,  Oh  ! 

]  How  could  you  fool  dat  possum  so  ? 


Oh  !  boys,  come  along  and  shuck  dat  corn, 
Oh,  boys  come  along  to  de  rattle  of  de  horn, 

We'll  shuck  and  sing  till  de  coming   of  de  morn, 
And  den  we'll  have  a  holiday. 

I  took  him  down  to  Polly  Bell,    ■ 
Because  I  know  she'd  cook  him  well ; 

/She  made  a  fry,  and  she  made  a  stew, 
An  a  roast,  anT  a  brile,  an'  a  barbecue  ! 

)  Old  Bob  Ridley,  Yjl        „        < 

All    [  Oh  !  Oh  !  j'  (7/(rec  hmcs-) 

)  Why  didn't  you  let  "close  darkies  know  ?  # 
Chorus. — 0  boys,  come  along,  Ac. 


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38  '   SOXCS    Of   9K) YE    AND    LIBERTY.. 

"When  'twas  clone  I  gin  a  call, 

An'  here  come  in  £*  niggers  all ; 
"We  trowed  'lc  ttogs  eta  head  and  feet,. 
,j\~>  nad  a  plenty  left«for  us  all  to  eat !' 


(  Old  Bob  Ridley,  )  rrr,     •     .        , 

Ml   -  Oh!  Oh!,  \SThrce  time'^ 

(  We  never  have  hear  of.  de  like  before  !. 

€uonrs.— 0  boys,  come  along,  etc.. 


Old  master  say  lie  never  see 

A  possum  half  so  fat  as  he  ! 
We  eat,  and  we  danced5;  and  we  eat  all  night, 
"  But  we  eould'nt    cat  him  all  fore  de  mornia. 
lie-lit. 


(  Old  Bob  Ridley,  ).,--,         ..    .    N 

Ml      Oh!  Oh!  .     W*ree  hrm>) 

I  Now  do  you  tcll.dese  darhies.so  ! 

Chorus. — 0,  boys,  come  along,  4c.- 


X  got  a  half  a  dollar  for  his  skin, 

On  which,  next  nfght,  we  frolic' d  again,. 
And  dat  made  Roily  love  me  well, 
.    -  •  An'  a  mighty  purty  gal  was  Roily  Bell". 

(  Old  Bob  Ridley,    "       [(7y  ■        ^ 

All   \  Oh!. Oli!     •  ft, 

(.lie  next  time  well  be  sure  to  c'o. 

Chores. — 0  boyp.  cuine  along.  ds_ 


BONUS    OF    LOVE    AND    UHM1TY 


Oli  !  Polly's  lips,  tley  look  .so  sweet 

vriiw.^     j.ftS  SOH1€fin  nice 'to  eat;. 
Dat  possums  Jar,  a,,  ..:..;  t^gsm^'s  hide, ' 
V  v.       Dem  .was  .-de  lings  made  Polly  u.y  u-idc 

( Old  Bob  Ridley,  L     '  •     , 

All   ICm   Oh!  J-(^ree  ttjne.%) 

(  Polly  is  de  Belle  of  de  old  banjo  J 
Chorus, — 0  boys,  come  along,  &c. 


"LiUy  Bale, 

iNvas  a  calm,  clear  night,  and  the  moon's  pale  lio>'ht 
Shone  soft  o'er  hill  and  vale,  '     - 

"When  sad-hearted  friends  stood  around  the  death-bed 
Of  my  poor,  sweet  Lily  Dale  ! 


OE.UK  US.       . 

0,  Lily!  sweet  Lily!  dear  Lily  Dale  ! 
Now  the  wild  roses  wave  o'er  her  little  green  grave 
'Neath  the  trees  in  the  blooming  vale  i       •    = 

Like  a  fair  flower  white,  on  that  sad,  still  night 

Swept  by  some  icy  gale, 
On  her  couch  of  snow,  in  her  beaut*  brio-ht 

Lay  my  dear,  sweet  Lily  Dale  ! 

Chorus.— 0,  Lily!  swsot  Lily.'  dear  Lily  Dale  |  &c, 

'ii 

-      \  • ' 


40 


»ONG.S    01  -LOVE  AND    LIUEM"!'. 


"I  £0,"  and  she  smiled,  as  we  wept  o'er  t^-  ^"ia. 

"  To  that  sinless,  happy  val*.      " 
"Where  a  kind  IkuiJ  «**sTw!pe  all  pain  from  the  brow 

Of  3'onr  poor,  dear  Lily  Dale  !  " 

CnoRus. — 0,  Lily  !  pale  Lily  !  sweet  Lily  Dale  I  <&<?,. 

The  moon  went  down  'heath  the  forest  brown, 

And  the  stars  grew  dim  and  pale, 
And  the  death  smile  wreathed  the  white,  cold'  lips, 

Of  my  poor,  lost  Lily  Dale  !     « 

Chorus. — 0,  Lily !  sweet  Lily  !"  dear  Lily  Dale.!  &c. 

Where  the  flowers  bloom  o'er  her  lonely  tomb, 
m     'Neath  the  trees  of  the  leafy,  vale  ; 
~v  Sweetly  sleepeth  in  peace,  while  the  bright  birds  sing 
My  laved,  my  dear  Lily  Dale  ! 

Chorus— 0,  Lily  !  pale  Lily  !'  lost  Lily  Dais  !  drc. 


I>«arest  Mae. 

Now,,  darkies,  come  and  listen,  a  story  I'll  relate, 
It  happened  in  a  valley  in  the  old  Carolina  State. 
It  was  down  in  the  meadow  I  used  to  make  the  hay ; 
1  alwa}-s  work  the  harder  when  I  think  of  loveh'  Ma 


oh,  dearest  Mae,  you're  lonely  as  the  da^ 
Your  eyes  so  bright,  the.}-  shine  nt  night, 
When  the  motm  am  gjo»e  away, 


.       ?     SONGS    OF    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  '11 

■    .  4 

My  massa  give  me  holiday,  I  wish  he'd  give  mc  more, 
I  thanked  him  very  kindly  as  I  shoved  "my  boat  from 

shore, 
And  down  the  river  paddled,  with  a  heart  so  light  and 

free, 
To  the  cottage  ©f  my  lovely  Mae,  I  long'd  so  much  to 
see.  '   • 

Chorus.  — Oh,  dearest  Mae,  &G,  _ 


On  the  bank  of  the  riyer,  where  the  trees  they  hang 

so  low,  '    - 

.When  the  coons  among   the   branches  play,  and  the 

minx  ho  keeps  below, 
"©h !  there  is  the  spot,   and  Mae,   she  looks  so   very 

sweet, 
Her  eyes  they  sparkle  .like  .the  stars,  and  her  lips   aro 

red  as. beet.  -  >     ; 

Chorus. — Oh,  dearest  Mae,  &c. 

.Beneath  the  shady  old  oak  tree,  I've  sat  for  many   an 

hour,  . 

&s  happy  as  the.  little  bird   that  sports   among   the 

flowers ; 
But  dearest  Mae,  i  left  her ;  she  cried  when   both  we 

parted, 
1  gave  her  a  long  and  farewell  kiss,  and  back  to  massa 

startctl. 

vCiiorus.—  Oh,  dearest  Mae,  &c. 


My  master  then. was  taken  sick,  and  poor  old  man   he 

died, 
And  I  was  sold,  way  down  below,  close  by   the  river 

side ; 

•  5b 


4'2  SONGS    OF    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY. 

Ulicn  lovely  Mac  did  hear  the  news,  she  wiltcred  like 

a  flower, 
And  now  lies  low,  beneath  the  tree  where  the  owhhoots 

every  hour. 

Chorus. — Oh,  dearest  Mae,  &o. 


Tlirec  Cheers  for  our  Jaclt  MorgaiB. 

The  snow  is  in  the  cloud, 

And  .Right  is  gathering,  o'es  us, 
The  winds  are  piping  loud, 

And  fan  the  blaze  before  us-. 
Then  join  the  jovial  band, 

And  tune  .the  vocal  organ  ; 
And  with  a  will,  we'll  all  join  in,; 

Throe  cheers  for  our' Jack  Morgan;.  . 


Gather  round  the  camp-fire;* 

Our  duty  has  been  done  ; 
Let's  gathe."  round  the  camp  fire;. 

And  have  a  little  fun"; 
Eet's  gather  round  the  camp-fire-, 

Our  duty  has  been  done, 
Twas  done  upon  the-  battle  field., 

Three  cheers  for  our  Jack  Morgans. 


Jack  Morgan  is  his  name, 
The  fearless  and  the  lucky 

j^'o  dastard  foe  can  tame 
The  -son  of  old  Ken  tuck  v 


'SONGS    QV    LOVE    A\D    LIBERTY.  4«? 

3Iis  heart  is  with  his^  State, 

lie  rights  foil  Southern  freedom; 

His  men  their  General's  word  await, 
They'll  go  "where  he  will  lead  ■em. 

Chorus. — Gather  round  the  camp-fire,  <fcc. 


lie  swore  to  free  his  home, 
-  .  To  burst  her  chains  asunder, 
With  sound  or*  trump  and  "drum, 
.     And  loud  Confederate  thunder  ; 
And  in  the  darksome  night, 
•*  -  By  light  ©f  Iiomestead  burnhig, 

He'll  put.the'skulking.foe  to  flight, 
Tlieir  hearts  to  wailings  turning-. 

Chorus. — Gather  round  the  camp-fire,  <fcc„ 

The  dung-eon  dark  and  cold 

Could  not  Ins  body  prison, 
Nor  tam.e  a  spirit  bold 

That  o'er  reverse  had  risen-; 
Then  sing  the  song  of  joy? 

Our  toast  be  lovely  woman, 
And  Morgan  he's  the  gallant  boy  3 

To  plague  the  hated  foeman  ! 

Chorus. — Gather  round  the  ca.mp-frre,ete., 


^E 


44  SOWGS    OF    LOVE     AND    LIBERTY 

-.  A  mile,  off  tlic  V«ie. 

By.  R.    W.  S'wrnnei/. 

The  moments  are  dreary, 

I'm  lonely  and  weary, 
Sighing1  for  thy  soft,  sweet, "melting  voice;- 

I  love  thee  so  fondly, 

"Without  thee  I'm  lonely, 
For  in  this  world  thou  art  mme*only  choice. 


Come,  come,  come!  love,  come  ! 
.Come,  ere  the  night-torches  pale  ;■•  . 
0,  rise  in  thy  duty,  thou  marvel  of  beauty, 
Dear  Annie,  sweet  Annie  of  the  vale. 


I  go  forth  to  battle, 
'Mid  the  clash  and  rattle 

Of  musketry  and  cannons'  sullen  roar,; 
■  .       They  cannot  defeat  us, 
The  Lord  wift  assist  us — 

We'll  conquer,  or  we'll  welter  in  "our  gore. 

Chorus. — Come,  come,  comer&c, 


If,  then,  love,  I'm  lying 

Wounded  and  dying ; 
If  on  the  field  of  Carnage  I  am  slain, . 

The  spirit  of  thy  lover 

Around,  thee  will  hover — 
In  heaven  he'll  hope  to. meet  thse,  love  again. 

Chorus— Come,  come,  come,  &q. 


SONGS    OF    LOVE    AND   'LIHE.KTYV 

Bixie,  the  I^aiict  of   King  Cotton, 

. 

Oh,  Dixie  !  the  land  of  King1  Cotton, 

The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free  ; 
A  nation  by  Freedom  begotten. 

The  "terror  of  despots  to  be. 
Wherever  thy  banner  is  streaming. 

Base  tyranny  quails. at  thy  feet ; 
And  Liberty's  sunlight  is  beaming 

In  splendor  of  majesty  sweet. 


Then  three  cheers  for  our  army  so  true, 
Three  cheers  for  our  President  too  ; 

May  our  banner  triumphantly  wave 
Over  Dixie,  the  land  of  the  brave  I  " 


When  Liberty  sounds  her  war  rattle. 

Demanding  her  right  and  her  due  ; 
The  first  land  that  rallies  to  battle  • 

Is  Dixie,  the  home  of  the  true. 
Thick  as  leaves  of  the  forest  in _  summer, 

Her-ferave  s^ns  will  rise  on  each  plain: 
And  then  strike  till  each  Vandal  comer 

Lies  dead  on  the  soil  he  would  stain. 

CnoPwUs.— Then  three  cheers  for  our  army,  &e. 


May  the  names  of  the  dead  that  we  cherish, 
Fill  memory's  cup  to  the  brim  ; 

May  the  laurels  we've  won  never  perish, 
Nor  our  stars  of  their  glory  grow  dim. 


46  songs  of-  love  And  .liberty. 

May  the  Stales  of  the  South  never  sever,  ;' 

Uut  companions  of  Freedom  e'er  be; 
$Iay  they  flourish  Confederate  forever, 
•  The  boast,  of  the  brave  and  the  free. 

Chorus. — Three  cheers  for  our  array,  &c. 


No  one  to   Love. 

No  one  to  love,  none  to  caress, 

Roaming-  alone  through  this  world  s  wilderness, 

Sad  is  my  heart,  joy  is  unknown, 

Fop  In  my  sorrow  I'm  weeping  alone, 

!No  gentle  voice,  no  tender  smile. 

Makes  me  rejoice,  or  cares  beguile;, 

ciioiius. 

jSTo  one  to  love,  none  to  caress, 

Roaming  alone  through  this  world's  wilderness, 

Sad  is  my  heart,  joy  is  unknown, 

For  in  my  sorrow  1'ni  weeping  alone. 


In  dreams  alone,  loved  ones  I  see, 

And  well-known  voices  ihen  whisper  to  me  ; 

Sighing,  I  wake,  waking  I  weep : 

Soon  with  the  loved  and  the  lost  T  shall  sleep. 

Oh, -blissful  restj  what  heart  would  stay, 

Ui.loved,  unbless'd,  from  heaven  away  ? 

Chorus.  ; — No  one  to  love,  none  to  paress.  &t. 


SONGS    OF    LOYB    AND    LIBERTY.  47 

No  one  to  love,  none  to  caress, 
None  to  respond  to  this  lieait's  tenderness  ! 
Trusting  I  wait:  God  in  Ins  love 
Promises  vest  in  his  mansions  above : 
Oh,  bliss  in  store,  oh,  joy  mine  own, 
There  never  more  to  weep  alone  ! 

Chorus, — No  one  to  love,  none  to  caress,  <4.c. 


Why  ho  €>aae  to  Love. 

No  oho  to  love  in  tfris  beautiful  world, 

Full  of  warm  hearts  ant]  bright  beaming  eyes 
Where  is  the  lone  lien't  thnt-nothing  can  find, 
That  is  lovely  beneath  the  blue  skies. 
No  one  to  love  !  : 
No  one  to  love  ! 
Why  no  one  to  love  ? 
What  haye,  you  done' in  this  beautiful  world, 
That  you're  sighing  of  no  one  to  love  ? 

Dark  is  the  soul  that  has  nothing  to  dwell  on} 

How  sad  umst  its  brightest  hours  prove  ! 
Lonely  the  dull  brooding  spirit  must  be, 
That  has  no  one  to  cherish  and  love. 
No  one  to  love  !       ■   •- 
No  one  to  love  ! 
Why  no  on<?  to  love? 
^v~hat  have  you  done  in  this  beautiful  world, 
;^at  you're  sighing  of  no  one  to  love  ? 


48.  SONfiS    OF    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY. 

Many  a  fair  one  that  dwells  on  the  eajth 

Who  would  greet  you  .with  kind  words  of  cheer, 
Many  who  gladly  Avoidd  join  in  your  pleasures 
Or  share  in  your  grief  with  a  tear. 
No  one  to  love  ! 
No  one  to  love  ! 
Why  no  one  to  love"?  > 

"W  here  have  you  roam'd  in  this  beautiful  world, 
That  you're  sighing  of  no  One  to  love? 


The  SotitlMM'ii  Cross* 

Oh  !  say  can  you  see,  through  the  gloom  and  the  storm, 
More  bright  for  the'  darkness,  that  pure  const ellation, 
Like  the  symbol  of  love,,  and  redemption,, its  form,  , 
As  it  points  to  the  haven  of  hope  for  the  nation. 
How  radiant  each  star,  as  they  beacon  afar, 
♦living  promise  ot  peace  or  assurance  in  war. 
'lis  the  cross  of  the  South  which  shall  eveiiremain, 
To  light  us  to  Freedom  and  Glory  again. 


How  peaceful  and  blest  was  Americas  .soil, 

'Till  betrayed  by  the  guile  of  the  Puritan  demon, 
Which  lurks  under  Virtue,  and  springs  from  its  coil, 
To  fasten  its  fangs  in,  the  life  bio  d  of  freemen. 
Then  loudly  appeal,  to  each  heart  that  can  feel. 
And  crush  the  foul  Viper  'ncath  Liberty's  heel; 
And  the  Cross  of  the  South  shall  for  ever  remain^ 
•  To  light  us  to  1'rcedom  and  GluVv  again. 


SONGS    OF    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  49 

,*Tis  the  emblem  of  peace,  'tis  the  day  star  of  hope  ; 

Like  the  sacred  Labarum,  m&hich,' guided  the  Roman, 
From  the  shores  of  the  Gulf  to' the  Delaware's  slope, 
'Tis  the  trust  of  the  Free  and  the  terror  of  Foemen. 
Fling  its  folds  to  the  air,  while  we  boldly  declare, 
The  rights  we  demand,  or  the  deeds  that  we  dare ;' 
And  the  Cross  of  the  South  shall  forever  remain, 
To  light  us  to  Freedom  and  Gk>ry  again.      $,. 

But  if  peace' should  be  hopeless  and  justice  denied, 
And  war's  bloody  vulture  should  .flap  his  black  pin- 

'Then  gladly  to  arms !  while  we  hurl  in  our  pride, 
Defiance  to  Tyrants,  and  death  to  their  minions;  - 
With  our  front  to  t  lie  field,  sAvearing   never  to. 

yield, 
Or  return  like  the  Spartan,  in  death  on  our  shield, 
And  the  Cross  of  the  South  shall  triumphantly 
wave, 
As  the  flag  of  the  Free,  or  the  paU-cft-herbrave. 


fio  -Surrender. 


Ever  constant,  ever  true, 
Let  the  word  be,  no  Surrender 

Boldly  dare  and  greatly  do ! 

They  shall  bring  us  safely  through, 
No  Surrender  !  no  surrender  ! 

And  though  fortune's  smiles  be  few, 

Hope  is  always  springing  new. 

Still  inspiring  me  and  you, 
With  a ; magi c,.no  Surrender' 


50  SONGS    OF    LOVE    AND    LIBERTT, 

-     «*- 
Kail  Hie  colors  to  the  mast, 

Shouting  gladly,  no  Surrender  ; 
Troubles  near  ate  all  but  past; 
Serve  them  as  yoii  did  the  last. 

No  surrender  !  no  surrender  1 
Though  the  skies  be  overcast, 
And  upon  the  sleety  blast, 
Disappointments  gather  fast, 

Beat  them  off  with  no  surrender  f 

Constant  and  courageous  still, 

Mind,  the  word  is,  No  Surrender  ! 
Battle,  tho'  it  be  up  hill, 
'        Stagger  not  at  seeming  ill, 

No  Surrender  !  no  Surrender, 
Hope,  and.  thus  your  hope  fulfil, 
There's  a  way,  where  there's  a-.will, 
And  the  way  all  cares  to  kill,      v 
Is  to  give  them  No  Surrender,  V 


Di'iiuiincr  Boy  off  ghiloti. 

On  Shiloh's  dark  and  blood}-  ground, 

The  dead  and  wounded  lay, 

Amongst  them  was  a  drummer  boy, 

That  beat  the  drum  that  da}\  f 

A  wounded  soldier  raised  hihi  up, 

His  .drum  waft  by  his  side, 

He  clasped  his  hands  and  raised  his"  eyes 

And  prayed  before  he  died. 

He  clasped  his  hands  and  raised  his  eyes 

And  prayed  before  he  died. 


SONUS    OF    LOVE    AND    LIUERTY.  51 

Look  down  upon  the  battle  field,     - 
Oh  Thou,  our  lleav'nly  friend, 
Have  mercy  on  our  sinful  souls, 
The  soldiers  cried,  "Amen." 
For  gather' d  round  a  little  group, 
Each  brave  man  knelt  and  cried, 
They  listened  to  the  drummer  boy 
Who  prayed  before  he  died, 
They  tisten'd  to  the  drummer  boy( 
"Who  prayed  befor#he  died;  v 

"  Oh  Mother  !"  said  the  dying  boy, 

"  Look  down  from  Heay'n  on  me, 

Receive  me  to  thy  fond  embrace, 

Oh  take  me  home  to  thee. 

I've  loved  my  couitry  as  my  God, 

To  serve  them  both  I've  tried," — 

He  smiled,  shook  hands,  death  seized  the  boy 

Who  prayed  before  he  died, 

He  smiled,  shook  hands,  death  seized  the.  boy 

Who  prayed  before  he  died. 

Each  soldier  wrept  then  like  a  child, 

Stout  hearts  were  they  and  brave ; 

The  flag  his  winding  sheet,  Cod's  book 

The  key  unto  his  grave. 

They  wrote  upon  a  simple  board 

These  words,   "  This  is  a  guide 

To  those  who  mourn  the  drummer  boy 

"Who  prayed  before  he  died, 

To  those  who  mourn  the  drummer  boy 

Who  prayed  before  he  died  " 


i 


i  SONGS    OF    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY. 

Who  will  Care  for  Mother  now? 

Wny  am  I  so  weak  and  weary  ? 

See  !.  how  faint  my  heated  breath, 
All  around  to  me  seems  darkness ; 

Tell  me,  comrades,  is  this  death  ? 
Ah  !  how.  well  I  know. your  answer ; 

To  my  fate  I  meekly  kovt ;, 
If  you'll  only  tell  me  truly, 

Who  will  care  for  Mother  "how  V. 

CHORUS. 

So©»  with  angels  I'll  be  marching, 
With  bright  laurels  on  my  brow  ; 

I  have  for  my  country  fallen  !  - 
Who  will  care  for  Mother  now  ? 

Who  will  comfort  her  in  Sorrow  ? 

Who  will  dry  the  falling  tear  ? 
Gently  smooth  her  wrinkled  forehead  • 

Who  will  whisper,  words  of  cheer  '? 
Even  now,  I  think  I  see  her, 

Kneeling,  praying  for  me  !  how 
Can  1  leave  her  in  her  anguish? 

"Who  will  care  for  Mother  now  ? 

0HOE.US.— Soon  with  angels  I'll,  dtc. 

Let  this  knapsack  be  my  pillow, 

And  my  mantle  be  the  sky; 
Hasten,  comrades,  to  the  battle, 

I  will  like  a  soldier  die. 
Soon  with  angels  111  be  marching, 

Vs  ith  bright  laurels  on  my  brow ; 
I;  have  for  my  country  fallen. 

Who  will  care  for  Mother  now  ?   - 

^iiarus. — Soon  Avitl?  angels,  <fce. 


SONGS. OF    LOVE    AND    LIBERTY.  53 


When  lliis  Cruel  War  i§  Over 

Dearest  one,  do  you  remember 

When  we  last  did  meet  ? 
When*  you  told  me  how  you  loved  me, 

Kneeling  at  my  feet  ? 
Oh  !  how  proud  you  stood  before  me, 

in  your  suit  of  grey, 
When  you  vowed  from  me  and  country 

Ne'er  to  go  astray. 


Weeping,  sad  and  lonely, 
Sighs  and  tears  how  vain ; 

When  this  cruel  war  is  over, 
Praying  then  to  meet  again. 

V\  hen  the  summer  breeze  is  sighing 

Mournfully  along, 
Or -witen  autumn  leaves  are  falling;. 

Sadly  breathes  the  song, 
Oft  in  dreams  I  see  you  lying 

On  the  battle  plain, 
Lonely,  wounded,  even  dying, 

Calling,  but  in  vain. 

Chob,us. — Weeping,  sad;  &e». 


If  amid  the  din  of  battle       t 

Nobly  you  should  fall, 
Far  away  from  those  who  love  yon, 

None  to  hear  your  call, 
W  ho  would  whisper  words  of  comfort  ? 

Who  would. soothe  your, pain? 
Ah  !  the  many  cruel  fancies, 

Ever  in  my  brain  ! 

Chorus — Weeping,  sad.  &c, 


SQ-NttS    OF    LOYE    AND    LIBERTT. 

But  our  country  called  you,  loved  one, 

Angels  guide  your  way ; 
Wliile  our  "  Southern  Boys"  are  fighting, 

We  .can  also  pray. 
When  you  strike  for  God  and  freedom, 

Let  all-  the  nations  see 
Sow  you  love  our  Southern  banner, 

Emblem  of  the  free  ! 

Chorus. — Weeping,  sad,  &c. 


On  to  Olory. 

Sons  of  Freedom  !  on  to  .glory.! 

Go  where  brave  men  do  or  due  ; 
Let  your  names  in  future  story 

Gladden  every  patriot's  eye  : 
'Tis  your  country  calls  you,  hasten  ! 

Backward  hurl  the  invading  foe  : 
Freemen !  never  think  of  danger, 

To  the  glorious  battle  go. 

Oh  !  remember  gallant  Ja-ekson, 

Single-handed  in  the  fight, 
Death  blows  dealt  the  fierce  marauder, 

For  his  liberty  -and  right. 
Tho'  he  fell  beneath  their  thousands, 

vVh. )  that  covets  not  his  fame  ? 
Grand  and  glorious,  brave  and  noble, 

Jleneeforih  shall  be  Jackson's  aaiae, 

Sons  of  Freedom  !  ean  you  linger, 
When  you  hear  the  battle's  roar. 

Fondly  dallying  with  yonr  pleasures 
When  the  foeis  ai  your  door?   . 


S'OKGS    OF    LOVE'   AND    LIUEItTY. 

Never,,  no !  we  fear  no  idlers, 

"Death  or  Freedom's"  now  the  cry, 

Till  the  Stars  and  Bars  triumphant} 
Spread  their  folds  ..to^very  eye. 


Ellen.  Buyiat;. 

Soft  be  thy  slumbers  I 

Rude  cares  depart !' 
Visions  in  numbers 

Cheer  thy  young  heart ! 
Dream  on  while  bright  hours 

And  fond  hopes  remain, 
Blooming,  lihe  smiling  flowers, 

For  thee,  Ellen  Bay  no  !       ■    ' 
(Gentle  slumbers  o'er  thee  glide, 
Dreams  of  beauty  round  thee  bide, 
"While  I  linger  by  thy  side; 

Sweet  Ellen  Bayne ! 


Dream  not  in  anguish,. 

Dream  not  in  fear;    . 
Love  shall  not  languish — 

Fond  ones 'are  near. 
Sleeping  or  waiving. 

In  pleasure  or  pain,  • 

Warm  hearts  will  beat  for  thee, 

Sweet  Ellrn  Bayne  1 
Gentle  slumbers  o'er  thee  glide, 
Dreams  of  beauty  round  thee  bide, 
While  I  linger  by  thy  side, 

Sweet  Ellen  Bayne ! 


56  f    SOVGS  OF    LOVE  AXD  LIBERTY, 

Scenes  that  have  vanished 

Smile  on  thee  now— 
Pleasures,  once  banished, 

Play  round  thy  brow — 
Forms  long  departed, 

Greet  thee  again, 
Soothing  thy  dreaming  heart, 

Sweet  Ellen  Bayne ! 
Gentle  slumbers  o'er  thee  glide, 
Dreams  of  beauty  round  thee  bide, 
While  I  linger  by  thy  side, 

Sweet  Ellen  Bayne  ! 


Horn  IL-ec  or  Don't  fee  "Foolish,  Joe. 

When  .riived  in  Tennessee, 

U-li,  a  li,  o-la,  ee, 
There  lived,  too,  sweet  Rosa  Lee 

U-li,  a  li,  o-la,  ce. 
Eyes  as  dark  as  winter  nighty 
Lips  as  red  as  berry  bright, 
When  first  I  did  her  wooing  go, 
She  said,  Now  don't  be  foolish,  Joe  ! 

U-li,  a-li,  o-la,  ee, 
•JIappy  then  in  Tennessee, 

U-li,  a-li,  o-la,  ee, 
*Ncath  the  wild  Banana  tree. 


My  story  yet  is  to  be  told, 

U-H,  a-li,  o-la,  ee, 
Rosa  one  day  caught*  a -col'd, 

•.U-li,  a-li,  o-la,  ee, 
.Sent  for  doctor,  sent  i'qr  nurse. 


SONGS    OF.  LOVE    AND    LIBERTY. 

Doctor  came,  and  she  grew  worse. 
T  tried  Lu  make  her  smile,  but  no, 
She  said,  Now  don't  be  foolish,/ Joe  J 

U-li,  a-li,  o-la,  ee, 
Sad  was  I  in  Tennessee, 

U-li,  a-li,  o-la,  ee, 
•'Neath  the  wild  Banana  tree. 


They  gave  her  up,  no  power  could  save, 

U-li,  a-li,  o-la,  ee. 
She  whispered,  Follow  to  the'  grave. 

U-li,  a-li,  o-la,  ee. 
I  took  her  hand,  twas  cold  as  death, 
SO:Cold,  I  scarce  could  draw  my  breath, 
She  saw  my  tears  in  sorrow  flow, 
Then  said,  Farewell,  my  dearest  Joe  ! 

U-li,  a-li,  o-la,  ee, 
Rosa  sleeps  in  Tennessee,  p 

U-li,  a-li,  o-la,  ee, 
'Neath  the  wild  Banana  tree- 


Aimt  Jemima'*  Plaster, 

Aunt  Jemima,  she  was  old,. 
Ik^But  very  kind  and  clever  ; 
Sne^had  a  notion  of  her  own 

That  she  would  marry  never. 
She" said  that  she  .would  live  in  peace, 

Ahd  she  would  be  her  master  ;- 
She  made  her  living  day  hv  day 

By  selling  of  a  plasty 


CHORUS; 

Slie'epskin  and  beeswax 
-  Make  this  awful  plaster-"; 
The  more  you- try  to  take  it  off, 
■The  more  it  sticks  the  faster. 

B  *  She  3iad  a  sister,  very  tall, 

And  if  she'd  kept  on  growing  » 

She  might  have  been  a  giant  now, 

.  In  fact  there  is  no  knowing;. 

All  of  a  sudden  she  became 
Of  her  own  height  the  master, 

And  all  because  upon  each  foot ' 
Jemima  put  a  plaster." 

Chorus. — Sheepskin  and  beeswax,  &c 

Her*  neighbor  had  a  Thomas  cat 

That  eat  like  any  glutton ; 
It  never  caught  a.  mouse  or  rat, 

But  stole  both  milk  and  mutton  j 
To  keep  it  home  she  tried  her  best, 

But  never  could  be  its  master, 
Until  she  stuck  it  to  the.  floor 

With  Aunt  Jemima's  plaster. 

Chorus.—  Sheepskin  and  beeswax,  &'c. 

Now  if  you  have  a  dog  or  cat, 

A  husband,  wife,  or  lover, 
That  you  would  wish  to  keep  at  home, 

This  plaster  just  discover  ; 
And  if  you  wish  to  live  in  peace, 

Avoiding  all  disaster,    . 
Take  my  advice,  and  try  the  strength 

Of  Aunt  Jemima's  plaster ; 

Chorus. — Sheepskin  and  beeswax 


SOKGS    OF    LOVE    A>:D    LIBERTY,  5 

Her  Br i glit  Eyes  ifaamt  Me   Still. 

"Pis  years  since  last  we  met, 

And  we  may  not  meet  aganS>: 
I  have  struggled  to  forget, 

But  the  straggle  was  in  vain, 
For  her  Voice  lives  on  the  breeze, 

And  her  spirit  comes  at  will, 
In  the  midnight,  on  the  seas  ; 

Her  bright  smile  haunts  me.stilL 

Tirs  first  sweet  dawn  of  light, 
When  I  gaze-  upon  the  deep,    . 

Her  form  still  greets  my  sight," 
While  the  stars  their  vigils- keep  ; 

When  I  close  mine  aching  eyes, 
Sweet  dreams  my  senses  £41,. 

And  when  from  sleep  I  rise, 

Her  bright  smile  haunts  me  still I  ■  ?  - 

I  have-sail'd  'neath  alien  skies, 

I  have  trod  the  desert  path* 
I  have  seen  the  storm,  arise 

Like  a  giant  in  his  wrath  ;  • 
Every  danger  I  have  known, 

That  a  reckless  life  can  fill, 
Yet  her  presence  is  not  flown, 

•Her  bright  smile  haunts  me  still. 


GO  SONGS    OF    LOVE    A^D    LIBERTY, 

Star  of  tlic  Eveniaig. 

Beautiful  star  in  heaven  so  blight, 
Soltly  falls  tliy  silvery  light, 
As  thou  movest  from  earth  afar, 
Star  ol  the  evening,  beautiful  star  ! 

Chorus.— Star  of  the  evening,  &c. 


"In  fancy's  ear  thou  seeufst  to  say, 
"Follow  me,  come  from  earth  away 
Upward  thy  spirit's  pinions  try, 
To  realms  of  love  beyond  the  sky." 

Chorus. — To  realms  of  love,  <fec. 


Shine  onr  0  star  of  love  divine, 
And  may  your  soul's  affections  twine 
Around  thee,  as  thou  mov'st  afar, 
Star  of  the  twilight,  beautiful  star  ! 

Chorus. — Star  of  the  twilight,  <fec. 


I  NO  EX 


All  Quiet  Along  the  Potomac  To-night, 80 

Annie  Laurie, '..." 24 

Annie  of  the  Vale, . . . .  44 

Aunt  Jemima's  Plaster, , . . . .  57 

Bonny  Jean,., 11 

Coxa  Lee, „'. . ... 86 

Dearest  Mae, ...#. . . . '. 40 

Dearest  Spot  of  Earth, 7 

Dixie,  the  Land  of  Cotton, - 45 

Dixie  War  Song,. .  ,\ 12 

Do  They  Miss  Me  at  Home, 8 

Drummer  .Boy  of  Shiloh..... „ g© 

Ellen  Bayne, 55 

Ever  of  Thee, -. 16 

Fairy  Belle, 7 

Her  Bright  Eyes  Haunt  Me  Still..............  59 

I'll  Hang  My  Harp  on  tho  Willow  Tree......  82 

Irish  Emigrant's   LameDt, 83 

I  Sec  Her  Still  in  My  Dreams, lij 

L'ady  of  tbc  Lake, ..'..-. 28 

Let  Mc  Kiss  Him  for  His  Mother, . 22 

Lilly  Dale, ~ .  .^p$ 


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index:". 


Listen  to  the  Mocking  Bird, '.  5 

Lorena, .. '. . 25 

My  Wife  and  Child, : . . ,  29 

jSo  Oae  to  Love, : 46 

No  Surrender, , 49 

Old  Bob  Ridley,. . . . , S7 

On  to  Glory, 54 

Pawl- Vane,  or  Lorena's  Reply,...  ....<*. ......  26 

Rosa. Lee,  cr  Don't  be  Foolish,  Joe, .. . . .- 50 

-Southern  Cross, 48 

Star  of  the  Evening, . . . ".. „ 60 

The  Bonnie  Blue  flag, 17 

The  Confederate  Flag, 20 

The  Cottage  by  the  Sea, . . .  14 

Three  Cheers  for  Our  JuckMo.Vg.ua,....   . ...  43 

There's  Life  in  the  Old  Land  Yet, 10 

The  Officer's  Funeral, ! 15 

The  Volunteer, , 21 

War  Song  of  the  Partisan  Rangers,.., —  "    4 

We  Conquer   or  Die, ,. . .  3 

When  Other  Fri-ends  are  Round'Thec, 3  i 

\Vhcn  this  Cruel  War  is  Over, 5-3 

Who  will  Care  for  Mother  No w  ? 52 

Why  No  One  to  Love, 47 

YcKqw  Rose  of  Texas, 85 


